And I disrespectfully disagree,
That the only change there can be,
Is deep inside of me.
Because the universe is made up of an equation that,
That wraps around words,
And pulls into a vacuum that is nowhere near centered around the earth.
Or at least I can’t believe,
That the rich and white are the only ones who get to hear the sacred verse,
That no one’s heard.
And it worries me that everyone here,
Is cutting off ears,
And stitching them,
Into a rosary.
Well I was told,
That there is no hope because my compass broke,
Well I was told,
Because my compass broke that there is no hope.
And what’s my excuse,
To use these last moments up,
That we have on this rock.
And there’s no one else I’d rather be with to watch,
The last of the seconds tick off the clock,
But I don’t believe that love conquers all,
And I don’t believe history will absolve.
And there’s a trash can fire that burns deep inside of me,
That burns deep inside of you.
And we’re all just waiting to infect everyone,
With the most natural,
With the most natural breeze,
With the most natural breeze.
Well I was told,
That there is no hope because my compass broke,
Well I was told,
Because my compass broke that there is no hope.
Well I was told,
That there is no hope because my compass broke,
Well I was told,
Because my compass broke that there is no hope.
Bashful Hips is an Avant Garde project from the mind of Ian Fellerman. Bringing his sometimes searing, sometimes hilarious
but always poignant observations to bear over an entire stable of Noise Rock/Hip Hop informed Electronica, Ian's music is never stable, always changing and searching for the sound to express his feelings.
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